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Bus Stop/Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Zion I & the Grouch Are Heroes in the City of Dope (Zion I) · Oscar's Grouch Jamboree (Sesame Street) · Bah Humbug!: Christmas Songs for Grouch & Grinch (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Stop Stop Stop (V.I.A. Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (Via Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Stop the Tape Stop the Tape (David & the Citizens) · Stop Snitchin', Stop Lyin' (Game) · Don't Stop! Don't Stop! (The Fugs) – and 90 other albums »
comp-atition they gettin' bombed in the trunk Cause we keep 'em chunk in the trunk They gettin' bumped in the trunk [The Grouch] What can I learn from
The piano is not firewood yet They try to remember but still they forget That the heart beats in threes Just like a waltz And nothing can stop you
feel like I'm high I really think that I'm high Please stop by the store 'cause my mouth dry and I done ran out vow Oh them little debbies got me
The Arrival Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. When they catch sight
[Sole] Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert
[Eligh] No diamonds would be bought by this man If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot Would I rot in hell or prosper Cottontail the offer
drops In de room where de giant fowah-puffer woikin', 'n de torchum never stops De torchum never stops De torchum, De torchum, De torchum never stops (go
Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch) I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp! Blaow gotcha, you the best
liars Fuck TSA cause I'm too high for flying Fuck NSA cause them satellites too high they do all the spying Fuck all the leaders that's too high off
in fact there's too much evidence Spying on the people lying evil little devils They're recruiting demon soldiers while they execute our rebels CCTV
[Grouch] Every man's blood boils When turmoil or life foils his plans I've soiled my hands puttin' work in Tryna keep from hurtin', cause fools
a hand, pay attention and explore We all in this people we all in this... [The Grouch] Well I don't know where you've been But if you got here I'll let you
at nightfall (Grouch) When the sun begins to dim And eventually the day dies And the mood prepares to sway That's where another way lies Glow of the liquor